i want to go far away,
somewhere they can’t find me
the woods murmur, the sky a dark grey
a storm erupts from west
the rain begins slow, just small beads
then at the utmost of its pressure
pours down and cleanses its victims
i will never be as strong the rain
enchanting, tainted rhythms
i reach a quiet place to share with nature my pain
veins of crimson in the water
no one knows